I am

By Melanie Fourie (February 2004)

Me, the impoverished outsider. We all are. The ones where I’m from.
Scrounging, like scraps of humanity, in a futile abyss.

Me, conferred the hellish end of the stick. Perhaps judged before my birth? Pre-destined for failure? Ostracized my entire existence into believing that I am nothing. I am nobody.

Still, I push on. I push on with new hope inside of me. Hope, which filters through like pinpricks of sunshine peeking through a dark cloud.
Hope that He (God) has instilled into my sometimes fragile, sometimes languishing soul.

I will disprove my doubters and chortle in the face of adversity.
I will push on, I will prevail! I will one day, haunt my oppressors.
I will push on, I will prevail! I know I exist for a reason.
I will push on, I will prevail.

I am Love, and I await my destiny!